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letra de so much swag (suck my dick hoe / ballin like a piston remix) - ingwa

[intro]
yeah, book me hoe
better book me b-tch, with the what?
yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
i ain’t friends with yachty yet so yes i need a lil clout
got a bad b-tch, she love to holla but don’t never pout
y’all ain’t even ate, thats why y’all got my d-ck up in ya mouth
y’all just love to hate, loo-loo-loo-lookin’ like the f-ckin’ grouch (b-tch i live in a f-ckin’ trash can!)
i’m a pimp, purple suit, my t–th is lookin’ like the count’s
said you chasin’ the bag, b-tch i guess that sh-t ain’t workin’ out
you stay wearin’ rags, the sh-t i’m wearin’ it ain’t even out
yeah i know my sh-t is gas, so i don’t even need to tout
f-ck a gps, b-tch, i’m takin’ a different route (skrt, skrt, skrt)
yeah i know i’m up next, neck gon’ be lookin’ like a water spout
f-ck yo opinion hoe, you don’t know what this sh-t’s about
you got some chapped ass lips, need vaseline, yeah you need some oil badly (nasty)
got a b-tch who spoil me, but she stay callin’ me daddy (yeah)
i don’t want the royce, this time i pulled up in the caddy (what?)
boy talkin’ sh-t, so we pulled up to his addy
so much f-ckin’ swag, these b-tches think i took an addy (pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)

[chorus]
so much swag, it ain’t back ’cause it never left
got these b-tches mad, haha hoe, yeah i know you pressed
so much swag, yo b-tch addicted, sendin’ h-lla texts
hit me up hoe, book me b-tch
you know i’m the best!
[verse 2]
i ain’t poppin xans, ’cause in school i was sick of tests (nah)
ain’t know sh-t about my plans, yeah just know it ain’t like the rest
i heard that you ran, stupid, should’ve said that with your chest
you a lil p-wn, i’m the queen, yeah and this a chess game
these motherf-ckers corny, these motherf-ckers lame (yay!)
this rap sh-t is my life, but ima treat it like a game
i do this for the dough, i don’t really care for fame (nah)
no twenties in my denim, b-tch i feel like gucci mane (yeah)
please do not compare b-tch, we really not the same (nah)
i’m a painter, hoe, ima put you in a frame (doot, doot, doot)
these bars is so crazy, yeah i think that i’m insane
please don’t be alarmed, b-tch this sh-t is just not tame
told you i’m a pimp, ima pull up with the cane (with the what?)
listen to this later, it’s gon’ hit you like a train (with the-)
pull up with the mask, yeah, b-tches think i’m bane
beat this beat so bad, yeah, i think that it-

- ingwa

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